Monday, 28 September 2009

To Catch a Thief

This was one of the two nerve-wracking incidents that still gives me the heebie-jeebies whenever I flashback to that day.

It was the same apartment with the water issue that I had mentioned in my earlier post.
One fine day, I had stepped out in the afternoon for a few hours in search of gainful employment. Hubby having left early in the morning, the apartment was left to amuse itself. As usual I had locked the door with a heavy brass lock from the trusty 'Godrej' brand and had left with my mind on more important things. I came to the apartment with its door ajar and I thought I must have forgotten to lock it... one step inside our bedroom and my whole world came crashing down.

Both the hand me down cupboards were ransacked and our beds were littered with our entire possessions. The thief had broken into our stash of gold trinkets and that too he had forced the doors open with a pair of steel tongs from my own kitchen. With shaking hands I had called up hubs and he in turn had informed the police. Within a few hours an Inspector and a hawaldar were at our doorstep. They did the initial assessment and found that the thief had run off with Hubs brand new slippers and had left a kind donation of his raggedly slippers hidden deep inside the laundry basket(this was a bit funny).

With a few 'tch tch ' sounds emitting from their mouths and knitted brows the policia summoned a CSI (Crime Scene Investigator). Please do not let your imagination run wild on hearing the word CSI. All you 'Grissom' fans (including me) would have sobbed buckets in your tissues after one look at the so called 'CSI'. In came an old long bearded gent with a cloth bag hung on his shoulder. After surveying the crime scene through his thick glasses he set upon recovering a fingerprint from the side of the cupboard. I was all excited to see a CSI in action and was glued to the spot even forgetting for sometime that it was my own house which was broken into.

Oh yes siree and was I in for some shock. The 'CSI' took out an ancient brush which must have been his companion for a decade or two and an equally ancient plastic bag tied with a rubber band which contained the dusting powder. He did not put any gloves neither did he carry a smart kit. He lifted the so-called fingerprint and also marked it on the cupboard for us to admire and remember this incident every time we opened the cupboard.

After that we were asked to come to the police station and they smeared our hands with ink to take our fingerprints. I was still confused as to why were we giving our fingerprints (this mystery is still unsolved). By the time this whole episode was over I was pretty sure the 'Gold' stolen from our house had already changed many hands and had eventually been turned into a completely different ornament. We have not yet recovered any of the stolen goods.

P.S: The next incident will posted as a separate post.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Punch Drunk on Water

As I wrote in my previous post, Hubs and I have moved to a lot of different cities and houses for the past 10 years. Our first move was to a city called 'Pune' in Western India to a one bedroom apartment owned by one of hubs aunts.

Being on a frugal income and me being unemployed, we had to adjust in a very limited budget. It meant being without a refrigerator, television or any decent furniture. The apartment was comfortable but it had a very peculiar and exasperating factor, Water !!!

Every apartment used to get water supply for exactly 20 minutes for the entire day. This water was to be used for bathing, washing clothes and flushing the loo etc.. The water pump started at unearthly hours every morning, which meant getting up and making sure that every pot and pan, tub & bucket in the house was filled to its brim with water, which would then be sparingly used for the entire day.

Everyday without fail at that unearthly hour, I would manage to rub sleep from my eyes and pray for a miracle to happen, the water pump man should forget to shut off the pump . I am sure, all that praying has definitely wiped out all the sins I've ever committed.

The anguish of water shortage was whipped up when we had a guest over for Lunch/Dinner and reached a frenzied pitch when a guest planned to stay with us for a day or two. I could have given 'FBI' a run for their money as I monitored every move the guest made and kept tabs on how many trips they made to the loo or washed their hands.

Even the simplest of activities like washing my face was like a 'Manna' at that time. This experience made me realize that, I always took 'Water' for granted and thought that it will always be available in plenty. I then realised that water was as precious as GOLD and now treat it with great respect.

P.S: Even after moving away from that apartment, I had a recurring nightmare for many months. 'I get up to fill the buckets and just kept waiting and waiting and there is no water in the taps'.

Monday, 21 September 2009

Close to my heart

Hubby and I will be celebrating our 10th Wedding anniversary this December. It has been a ride full of ups and downs, exploring new cities each year ( hubby had a transferable job), new people to meet , settle down for a brief period and to be uprooted again. I tagged along, albeit with a bit of screaming and cussing.

In spite of moving to different cities, the quintessential nature of an Indian has remained the same. An Indian by nature is an inquisitive person and the intrinsic good nature can be perceived as being nosy. They will never falter while asking you about extremely personal things, right from your salary to your relationship with your in-laws. There is no malice in the way the way we Indians shoot straight questions without missing a beat. Its just a way of showing concern and making the other person feel comfortable.

Sometimes this well practiced art of shooting straight questions can be extremely annoying. Countless number of times I have been at the wrong side of this question " You've been married x years, no kids? why?" . This has been asked by friends, relatives, friends I met on chat after number of years and not to forget nosy aunties.

This question is like a 'Sach ka Samna' question. Damned if I answer, damned if I don't. What will be the best answer to this question?? It's a slippery slope. Here are a few samples of situations I've faced.

Scene 1
Me:We tried but its not happened yet.
Nosy Indian: Did you go a fertility expert?? You should. Don't lose hope. I have a friend whose daughter/ sister tried for 8 years and see now she has twins blah blah blah

Scene 2
Me: I don't care about children. I am happy.
NI: What?? How can you say that?? life is incomplete without children.

Scene 3
Me: Mind your own Business.
NI: Oh!! I am sorry If hurt your feelings. I can understand how frustrating it must be. I will give you the number of this gynecologist blah blah

Scene 4
Me: Hmmmm no answer from me...just a dirty glare.
NI: Hope your in-laws are understanding...

I am sure you must have got the picture by now. I have been asked this question countless times in my life. I have sometimes not been spared even by close friends. They don't mean to be hurtful but frankly it does hurt.

Just like me, an unmarried girl over the age of 25 years will be hounded with questions about marriage. Especially irritating are the people who meet you on chat after a number of years and take it as their birthright to advice you on children and what a loser I am for not having children?
Why is it that we fail to understand boundaries on certain topics?

Some things are restricted and its time people are a little sensitive about others feelings. Few things are close to my heart and I REFUSE to discuss them with the whole world.

p.s: This rant has been festering in my mind for many months. Finally I was bold enough to write it.

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Misleading Mannequins

My everyday walk to work takes me through the High street in Lancaster. The street is lined by shops selling branded clothes. Each of them have a display window displaying , dressed up mannequins. Are these shops selling a dream or merely making us depressed.

You ask me why depressed?? Oh I promise, I have never ever been envious of any inanimate objects in my life to be termed as loony. But then why do I have this sudden desire to smash the display window and wring the necks of these wooden people ermmm... actually break it with an axe? Before you think I've gone totally mad... let me take some deep breaths...and continue

Next time you are out shopping...please do observe a mannequin. The slender figure, the perfect body...the perfect wonder any outfit looks amazing on it. The same dress will make you look like a sack of potatoes.

If you will see all about you, you will very rarely find women with the perfect curves. All of us have unwanted curves and the curves we have are all in the wrong place.

You will never find a mannequin with lumps and bumps like a living and breathing human. Also, in fashion shows the models are stick thin and we cannot look like her/him in reality. Have you ever seen a mannequin which might resemble an actual human perhaps??

Even after purchasing an always feels dissatisfied after seeing the same dress draped on a mannequin. There is always that singular hope of looking as good in reality. The shops do mislead us into believing that a particular dress draped on a mannequin will look equally good on us too.

P.S: This is a out and out rant. People with model/ mannequin like figures please, do not get offended.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009


I overheard this in the post office the other day. A 20 something girl was telling the guy at the counter.

'Oh you know my Hubby sent an amazing bouquet of flowers to me at the office. It was such a surprise. There was also a note there " I bet this will put a smile on your face".

How romantic I must say...

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

My post was selected by Blogadda

Hi guys....

A bit of news I forgot to post

I received this last month :)

This was for my post 911?

Congratulations! Your post has been selected by BlogAdda as one of the top posts for this week's 'Tangy Tuesday Picks'. Here is the link where your amazing post has been featured

BlogAdda has started 'Tangy Tuesdays' and 'Spicy Saturdays' where BlogAdda picks up good posts from Indian blogosphere and serves it to the readers on tuesdays and saturdays. This way, good posts are acknowledged and readers get to read quality content.

I am so glad that my post was selected. Thanks to Blogadda for choosing me(ear to ear grin).

Back on Track!!

Hello fellas and fellis....

Looking at the comments on my blog...not many people missed me...alas that's the bitter truth of life...

Although I am quite happy with the hit counter and the speed with which its increasing....(My new mantra...stop being bitter and see the silver lining and all that crap spewed by my friends and well-wishers and Moi as well)

I will not let this renewed enthusiasm to write the nonsense I write, die down so easily.

I was dealing with the silent killer for a few days, 'stress' as the guys in white-coats put it.
The thing about it just creeps on you without a sign of warning. I am sure all of us handle it in everyday life in some form or other.

I was working at a extremely stressful place for nearly a year and recently quit that job. That is the start of all the positive things I want to bring back in my life.

Mind is such a weird thing....if you are happy everything looks wonderful...even a cloudy morning whereas even a sunny day spells doom when you are in the dumps.

I am still dealing with some things but am getting there...slowly. The key is to bounce back and not let anything or anyone make you feel this way.

Hurrah!!! to a fresh start.

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